Chapter 613

She wanted to struggle, to resist, but the force around her throat was like the binding of heaven and earth's laws, leaving her unable to move even a finger. She could only watch helplessly as that palm wreathed in two-colored divine light descended again and again, slapping her across the face.

Even more terrifyingly, whenever her head was slapped apart, the scattered flesh, blood, and primordial spirit fragments would instantly be gathered by an invisible force and reformed into a head—meaning that even death was beyond her reach. She could only endure this endless humiliation and agony.

In only a short while, a full one hundred and eight slaps landed. During that time, Jin Taijun's head exploded and reformed thirty-six times!

Outside the Desolate Star Region, the cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths stared in dumbfounded shock, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

On the outskirts of the Jin Family Cave Abode, the Jin Family elders had faces as pale as paper. Several old men were even angered to the point of fainting on the spot—they had never imagined that the lofty Jin Taijun would end up like this.

At the Stone Clan Ancestral Land, countless stone people raised their arms and let out deep, thunderous cheers. Their voices converged into a torrent that surged toward the heavens.

In a small town in the lower realm, the white-haired old man gazed at the sky, two streams of tears flowing from his clouded eyes. He bowed deeply in Jiang Han's direction. "If the Seven Kings have spirits, they will know that today's hatred has been avenged!"

Even Wang Changsheng and Zhao Haotian looked grim, their hands gripping their weapons trembling slightly. They had not expected that their intervention would not only fail to save Jin Taijun, but